Daniel had brought up the subject of swinging a few times before; I knew that
one of his favorite fantasies -- and mine -- was of me having sex with
strangers. I'd enjoyed the idea, and we'd gone out to bars and swingers' clubs
to 'play' with the idea of it, but it wasn't until that Saturday morning that
I'd finally gathered up the courage to contemplate actually doing anything. I'd
just gotten out of the shower, and was drying my hair, when Daniel came up
behind me. I saw him in the reflection of the mirror on my vanity. "I've been
thinking..." I told him. "About what?" he asked. I turned around. "If you're
really serious about seeing your favorite fantasy come true -- and I mean really
serious -- then..." I paused. "I'm game to try it." Daniel was, to say the
least, enthusiastic about it. I'd decided to give him another fantasy as well.
"Tonight, I'll be your toy. You can dress me up anyway you want, and I'll act
however you want me to. All I ask is this: If I chicken out at the last moment,
there won't be any problems. Agreed?" "Agreed," Daniel said. I had several
chores to run that day, so I wrote down all of my sizes on the back of my
business card and handed it to him. I was going to ask him to try not to get
something too outrageous, but at the last moment I decided against it; after
all, it was just one night, and I knew how exciting it would be for him. There
was something else, though, as well: I enjoyed not having any decisions to make.
I resolved to give him the final say on everything tonight. We both left the
house around twelve. All that afternoon, I found myself getting excited just
thinking about that night. By the time I came home at six, I was almost sore
from being so aroused. Daniel greeted me at the door. "Let me show you the
outfit I've picked out for you." I smiled and followed him to our bedroom. The
clothes he'd selected were lying on the bed. I picked up the dress and smiled.
The dress was made of black cir 82. It was long-sleeved, very low cut, and
awesome. "That's quite a décolletage," I told him. The other accoutrements were
in line with the dress: black silk stockings with a seam in the rear, black
patent leather stiletto pumps, and a long onyx cigarette holder. "Do you really
think I can pull off the image of a femme' fatal 82'?" I asked Daniel. "Without
a doubt," he said. I picked up the cigarette holder and examined it. "Well," I
said, "I suppose we'd better start getting ready." After I took another shower
and had done my makeup (Daniel had asked for a 'sweet, innocent look') I put the
garter belt and stockings on. There was no other underwear on the bed; I was
sure that it was no oversight on Daniel's part, so I decided to run with it. I
pulled the dress on and adjusted it. I added a dangling pendant necklace,
adjusting it so that it hung down low, between my breasts, and found a pair of
matching earrings. The dress did fit me, but just barely; it was like a second
skin -- my nipples were almost perfectly outlined in the shiny black material --
and it showed an almost alarming amount of cleavage. But, I thought as I admired
myself in the mirror, I liked it. So did Daniel. When I'd finished dressing and
put on the stiletto heels, I came out to the living room and stood before him.
"What do you think?" I asked him. "God, you look... incredible!" I took a
cigarette out of a large crystal box and lit it with a table lighter. I turned
to him. "How are we going to do things tonight?" "I've been thinking about
that," he said. "Perhaps we should go in separate cars. I'll go ahead of you by
an hour or so; that should let me get a seat at the bar where you can see me." I
took a drag on my cigarette and nodded. "Okay." "Now," Daniel continued, "if you
need to tell me anything, just come up to the bar and stand by me while you
order a drink." "That sounds like a good plan," I said. "By the way, should I
wear my wedding ring, or take it off?" I took another drag on my cigarette. "Do
you want me to be single, or married and on the make?" "Married," Daniel said.
"I definitely like the idea of you being on the prowl." "I've got another
question for you," I told him. "If I do find someone, do you want me to go to
his place or bring him here?" Daniel thought for a moment. "What do you want?" I
smiled mischievously. "I want to bring him here," I said, "and I want you to
watch us." "You mean, hide in a closet or something?" "That's exactly what I
mean -- or better yet, stay out on the patio." "I don't know," Daniel said.
"Come on, darling," I replied, "and just think about the kind of show I could
put on for you." He smiled. "You've convinced me." We had decided to go to a
nightclub that we'd been to only once before, a place called the Plantation. It
had a nice band, a spacious dance floor, and a reputation as a meat market. In
other words, it was the perfect place for our plans tonight. About 45 minutes
after Daniel had left, I pulled out of our driveway and headed south, toward
downtown. By this time, I was almost dripping wet from being so aroused. I
resisted the urge to slip my hand beneath my dress to masturbate myself. It was
almost ten by the time I found the Plantation. The parking lot was packed, so I
pulled in front of the club to use their valet service. An attendant opened my
door, and I stepped out. Several gentlemen standing near the door stopped
talking as I left my car. I think I must have made a good impression on them; I
could feel their eyes boring into me as I took the ticket for my car. One of the
men, a young man in a black suit, held the door open for me as I walked up the
stairs. "Goddamn, you look good." I ignored him, just held my gaze straight past
him as I went through the entrance. I knew Daniel wanted me as The Ice Queen
this evening, but even if he didn't, I was damned if I was going to be too easy.
When I got past the entrance, I could see that the place was packed. There
wasn't an empty seat to be found. I looked around, trying to appear as confident
as I could, and noticed Daniel sitting at the bar. I caught his eyes and nodded;
he returned the nod. After marshaling my thoughts for a few seconds, I decided
to circle the bar, maybe find a recently-vacated seat. The crowd was pliable;
the men seemed to go out of their way to catch my attention, and the women --
well, most of the women just plain ignored me, except for one or two who threw
me an icy glance. To them I just smiled. This is going to be fun, I thought to
myself. As luck would have it, I found an empty stool and quickly took it. I
waved a bartender over. As she approached, I took out a pack of Virginia Slims
120s and my cigarette holder. I inserted a cigarette into the holder. "Here,
I'll get that," she said, and ignited a lighter. I held my cigarette to the
flame as she lit it. "What can I get for you?" I thought for a moment. "I'll
have a martini." As she left, I looked around the room. Several men were trying
to make eye contact with me. I ignored them all, reminding myself, you're
supposed to be an ice queen, dammit! The man on my right put his hand on my
forearm and pointed to a well-dressed gentleman sitting at the corner of the
bar. "I think he wants to buy you a drink," he said. I took a long, luxurious
drag on my cigarette holder and looked up at him. "What do you want?" "I want to
fuck you," the man said, not missing a beat. Right then, I thought to myself,
this is the one. "Why shouldn't I just slap you?" I asked, blowing a thin stream
of smoke upwards. "Because," the man said, "you want to get fucked." He finished
his drink, motioned to the bartender for a refill. "Do you need another?" he
asked me. "Not yet," I said, and sipped my martini. I'd noticed his wedding
band; he'd made no effort to hide it. "Are you usually this crude?" "As a matter
of fact," he said, "I'm not." "How do I merit this particular honor?" I asked
him. "Well," he said, "apart from being the most spectacular woman here tonight
-- and looking good enough to eat, I might add -- you're putting out a message
that says you're just trying to find some meat." I took another drag on my
cigarette, watching him intently. "My name is Cheryl. What's yours?" "James," he
said, "but it doesn't matter." He nodded toward the dance floor. "Let's dance."
He stood and held his hand out to me; I took it without thinking, and followed
him out to the floor. On the dance floor, he held me closely, his hands toying
with the small of my back and my ass. Men from around the room looked
disappointed that they hadn't asked me first. The touch of his cheek brushing
mine, as Daniel watched, excited me. It wasn't long before he was gently
pressing his groin against mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt
his firmness growing beneath his slacks. My face burned at his brazenness, this
openly sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I was brushing my mound against
his hardness. I could feel my nipples tingling against the material of my dress,
erect and rock-hard. His lips followed the line of my neck, causing me to shiver
with pleasure. I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him, and felt those
soft, warm lips bearing against me. James whispered, "Do you have some place
where we can go?" "Don't you have to go home?" I asked, my voice trembling
lightly as I remembered his wedding ring. "My wife's a pharmaceutical sales
rep," he said softly. "She's in Chicago until Tuesday at her company's
headquarters gathering." He'd remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie. I
allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat like my own. The female
singer's long, slow melody of adulterous longing seemed dedicated to our
intertwined bodies. James put his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered --
desires. What he'd do to me if we were alone; how he wanted to feel my nipples
between his teeth, how he wanted to look into my eyes as I came. By this point,
I was his. I brought his hands up to the heavy undersides of my breasts, let him
feel the heat, and the softness. He told me more things, degrading and horrible
and extremely arousing things. I told him things as well: How I liked to be tied
and gagged, how I wanted to be with two men, how I liked to dress like a slut
and tease men. Submission fantasies, dark hidden thoughts. I told him how I
wanted to seduce another woman. That excited him immensely. He pulled me tight
and kissed my open lips. "God, I'd love to see you on top of another woman,
Cheryl." His hands slid down my chest, and he subtly slipped his fingers
underneath my dress. He quickly found out about my lack of underwear; he traced
my mons and brought his finger out. I smiled, opened my lips, and let him slide
it into my mouth. When the song ended, I pressed into him and we kissed again.
His breath felt hot on my neck, and I lied, "My husband's at a convention. We
can go back to my place." His swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris, and my
body was responding involuntarily. By this time the dance floor was almost
empty, but I was oblivious to it, to everything except the sensation of James
and the knowledge that Daniel was watching excitedly. James looked into my eyes.
"Let's get out of here." I was breathing heavily, my eyes slightly wild. My
throat throbbed, choked with increasing desire. "All right," I whispered, "let's
go to my place." I paused, thinking for a moment. "I need to go to the ladies'
room first. I'll meet you back by the entrance." James nodded, then went to the
bar to tab out. * * * I made my way through the crowd until I was at the bar,
standing next to Daniel. He sipped his drink and said, "I think you're making a
good impression." I caught the bartender's attention and ordered a martini.
Without looking at Daniel, I asked, "Are you getting off on this?" "Incredibly,"
he said. "Are you?" "Oh, yes," I said. "I think I've wet myself about three
times tonight." Daniel sidled closer. "Yum...is he the one?" I nodded, taking my
cigarette case out. "Definitely." I inserted a cigarette into the holder and
held it to my lips as Daniel lit it for me. I looked over at him teasingly. "Are
you okay with this?" Now it was his turn to nod. "God, just seeing him with you
on the dance floor almost made me come." "Really," I said, taking another drag
on my cigarette holder. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Seeing him kissing
me, putting his fingers in me --" Just talking about it was making me warm and
moist again. "Has he told you what he wants to do with you?" "He's said what
he's going to do to me," I said, "if I give him the chance." "Are you?" I smiled
again and took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder. "I will if you
want me to." "I want you to." "In that case," I said, looking at Daniel's watch,
"you'd better get going. I -- I mean, we -- will be leaving in a few minutes."
"Got it," Daniel said. He motioned to the bartender for his tab. "I'll see you
back at the house." "Good," I said, smiling, and gave his thigh a squeeze. "I
hope you enjoy the show." I went back to the foyer, near the restroom entrance,
and waited for James. As I finished my cigarette, I saw him come up. "Just
follow me," I told him as we left the club. "I live about twelve miles north of
here." James nodded. He had a hungry look in his eyes. The drive home was
maddeningly long; I ached to be in James' arms again. Finally, I reached my
street; I pulled onto it and noticed that Daniel had arrived already and had
parked about three houses down. James followed behind me as I pulled into my
driveway. He reached me as I unlocked the door. "Have a seat," I called over my
shoulder as we came in. "I'll make us a drink. What would you like?" "Scotch,"
James said. "Anything." I was dying with anticipation as I mixed our drinks.
Well, I thought to myself, this is really it; you're going through with it. I
brought the drinks out, handed the scotch and soda to James, sat down and
crossed my legs. "Do you do this very often?" James asked. I opened my cigarette
case and took out a cigarette. "Do what very often?" I asked innocently. He lit
my cigarette and sipped his drink. "Invite strangers over to your home." I took
a long drag on my cigarette, looking into his eyes. "Often enough," I said. He
put his hand on my thigh. It felt very warm. I took another drag and expelled a
blue cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. I put my cigarette down. "Kiss me," I
said, and James leaned over on top of me. I opened my lips into a wide O and our
mouths met. I was hungry for him, and him for me; our tongues met and probed the
other person's like sweet serpents. His right hand slid beneath my dress, found
my warm, pulsing clit. I moaned at his touch, slid down and pulled him over me.
God, I was hot! After torturing ourselves like that for what seemed like an
eternity, I pushed James off of me and sat up. Picking up my cigarette, I took a
drag on it, then stood and crushed it out in the ashtray. "Come here," I said,
smiling. James rose and took me in his arms; I could feel his throbbing cock
straining against my pelvis. I undid his tie and threw it on a chair, then began
to unbutton his shirt. "You're a hot little bitch in heat, aren't you?" James
said, smiling. I pulled his shirt off and laid it over the chair back. "Shh," I
said, "do you want to talk, or fuck?" James' cock fought even harder against me.
He kicked his shoes and socks off, and I knelt down to remove his pants and
underwear. When I saw his cock, I gasped with pleasure: It was thick, veined and
meaty. "Suck it," James ordered, and I did: My lips encircled it and, grabbing
his ass, pulled him deep into my mouth. James groaned when he felt the head of
his cock hit the back of my throat. "Goddamn, that feels good," he muttered. He
buried his hands in my hair and moved my head rhythmically back and forth. As he
fucked my mouth, I sucked his cock and teased it with my tongue while thinking,
God, Daniel, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am. "I want to fuck you,
Elizabeth," James said. "Oh, God, I want to fucking pound you!" I gave his cock
one last tease, then pulled him out from between my lips and stood up. Our eyes
locked together as I undid my dress and let it fall to the floor. James watched
me as I went behind the sofa and leaned over it. "Ball me," I said. James came
up behind me and cupped my breasts. "Ohh, fuck," he moaned as he slid into me.
By this time, I was so moist that rivulets of juice were sliding down my thighs,
and when his luscious cock slid past my vaginal lips and his hands grabbed my
hair and pulled my head up, I began to come. I must have pealed with delight;
James ground his cock deep into me and pinned me over the sofa. His balls
slapped against me, and I moaned again. "Fuck me, James," I repeated gutturally,
almost senselessly, "fuck me!" I began to grunt louder, and he cupped his hand
over my mouth. My muffled cries got louder as he impaled me with that huge cock
of his. They weren't forced cries, either, although I knew Daniel would be
getting off on them. I held off on my peak as long as I could, but between being
held immobile, and feeling James' slick cock pounding into me -- and knowing
that Daniel was watching the entire scene -- I couldn't hold onto it any longer.
My back arched, and a massive, profound orgasm wracked my body. At the precise
moment of its pinnacle, James spread my ass and buried himself in me. I almost
blacked out, it was that good. The delicious shuddering subsided; a light, warm
cream dripped down the back of my thighs, and I fell over onto the sofa. I
looked up at James and smiled. "God, that was incredible!" I whispered. James'
cock glistened in the shadows, still hard and throbbing. I looked down at it and
purred, "Come over here." I turned over onto my back; James came from around
behind the sofa and positioned himself near my head. I leaned backwards and took
his cock into my mouth. It had a sweet taste to it; I sucked and savored it as
it filled my mouth. James made a low groan as he slid in past my lips; I put my
hand on his ass and pulled him even deeper into me, and that drove him wild. His
tempo increased; he put his hand on my breast and squeezed my nipple. "That's
it," he said. "Suck it, bitch." I sucked him hard, my tongue playing with the
head of his prick. I wished he would talk even dirtier to me -- I knew that that
would really drive Daniel wild, hearing his wife being called names. James'
orgasm came suddenly. He made one last, loud groan, pulled out of my mouth, and
sprayed come over my face and chest. His cock was still hard when I leaned up
and took it into my mouth one last time, licking his semen off and enjoying the
final throes of his orgasm. * * * I woke up slowly; Daniel was on top of me,
making slow, languorous love to me. I looked up at him and smiled. "Hi," I said.
"What happened?" Daniel thrust into me, making me shudder. "You fell asleep.
James left a few hours ago." He lifted my legs up and pushed deep inside me.
"How was it?" "Unbelievable," I said. "How was it for you?" "It was," Daniel
said, "more incredible than I'd dreamed it would be." I put my hands on his ass
and pulled him deeper. "When do we get to do it again?"
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